Jenn's POV
The day after everything happened felt like a dream. I couldn't stop smiling—and Jas wouldn't stop teasing me.
"You've got that post-kiss glow," she said, sipping Cofee and wiggling her brows at me.
"Shut up," I muttered, trying to hide my blush behind my phone.
But what I didn't know was that behind all that teasing, Jas was up to something. Something big. And she was doing it with him.
Later that evening, Andres texted: Wear something soft. Nothing extra. Just… you.
I frowned. Cryptic much?
But opened and crumbled my suitcase like a madwoman for twenty minutes before finally picking a flowy lavender dress and minimal makeup. Just some mascara, blush, and gloss. Casual, but cute.
When I stepped out, Jas was already dressed—and suspiciously well-dressed too.
"You're coming?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I'm just going somewhere else," she lied. So badly.
Before I could question more, Andres arrived. No car beeping this time. Just him standing downstairs, waiting with that smile that could melt concrete.
"You look…" he paused, taking a breath, "perfect."
He didn't say anything more. Just took my hand and led me to his car.
But instead of heading toward the usual city chaos, he drove toward the quieter side of town.
As we reached the spot, I gasped.
The entire lakeside area was lit with tiny fairy lights strung around trees and hanging lanterns. There was a small setup in the middle—a blanket spread with cushions, candles, flowers… and food. Our kind of food. Coffee. Fries. Cup noodles. Chocolate cake.
My heart stopped.
"You did all this?" I whispered.
He looked nervous for the first time in forever. "With a little help."
Right then, Jas popped her head out from behind one of the trees. "Surprise!" she said, then winked and disappeared again.
I burst out laughing. "She helped you set this up?"
"She bullied me into it, actually," Andres grinned. "She said if I was serious about you, I better stop being a 'romantic rookie.' Her words. Not mine."
My heart swelled.
We sat down, ate, laughed, shared stories from our childhoods. He told me about his first crush (a teacher—classic), and I told him how I once tried to run away from home just because I couldn't get bangs like a Kpop idol.
And then suddenly, he got quiet.
He reached into his pocket—and my breath hitched. No way. No. Freaking. Way.
He pulled out a small velvet box.
"Jenn," he began, eyes softer than I'd ever seen them, "this isn't a proposal-proposal. Not yet. But it's a promise. That I'm not going anywhere. That I'm in this with you—for real."
He opened the box. Inside was a delicate silver ring with a tiny heart-shaped stone.
"I'm not asking you to marry me today. I'm asking you to be mine. Fully. Officially. Emotionally. Irrationally. Forever-ish."
I laughed, tears already filling my eyes. "Forever-ish?"
"Well, I had to leave room for your drama and mood swings," he teased.
I threw a cushion at him and then grabbed the ring, slipping it on.
"It's perfect."
"You haven't even said yes!" he exclaimed dramatically.
I leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow. "That was the yes, dummy."
From somewhere behind the trees, Jas shouted, "I better be the maid of honor when the real one happens!"
We both burst out laughing.
And under those lights, next to that lake, with fries in one hand and love in the other—I realized…
He wasn't just a feeling anymore.
He was home.